Everywhere I look today,
there's something standing in my way
With higher dreams we're still unclean,
no broken veils or war machines can repay,
they can't repay

In our lonely hour of need,
with no multitudes to feed
When oceans tide, the naked hide
their Trojan Horse with mortal pride,
For all to see
We will be free

For eons mankind has tempted the Pantheons of Nature,
with no less crass or conviction than Satan's own legions
of Idolatry and Hatred, guarding the temple gates.
We beg and plead our reverence before his throne, not for the paradox of tranquility or the sweet surrender of antiquity, but for one more hour.... in the garden... alone.